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Chapter 59: The First Day of Quirrell's Death

After all, the truth cannot be hidden.

To be precise, although various opinions were spread in the morning, by the end of the morning class, most of what happened last night was finally revealed.

Quirrell was dead—this was confirmed news.

He was not only a professor at Hogwarts, but also his mother's child - even though he could not even be considered sacrificed, the school still notified his family, and the ghosts witnessed it all.

The students who got up last night out of curiosity visited Hagrid and confirmed that the carriage they saw last night was indeed occupied. Based on the appearance of the carriage in the morning and the fact that the school alarm was not triggered, everyone directly guessed that the person might be an Auror to assist.

"If Dumbledore wanted to call for help, he would have to at least call for the Aurors, not the strikers—"

The Gryffindor students said so.

The students who had switched from classes to self-study had plenty of time to think about the morning discussion - due to the sudden corridor ban that emerged on campus this year, they naturally thought that Quirrell wanted to sneak in there, so the battle should start from the corridor over there and go all the way to the office.

Or some people speculated that there was a trap over there, and Quirrell, who escaped from the trap in a panic, was ambushed by the Aurors who had been waiting for him - and Dumbledore did not do it himself because he could not bear it.

And Harry himself was pulled in - some even speculated that Harry was cursed by Quirrell, and Quirrell planned to take advantage of Harry being sent to the hospital to alarm a bunch of people so that Quirrell could take action and go to the corridor.

In short, each major version has some flaws, but everyone had a lot of fun discussing it.

“Andrew, what do you think?”

"I'm reading the Defense Against Magic textbook..."

Andrew helped himself to a chicken breast - it was a bit tough, and after swallowing it, he continued to explain.

"Christmas break hasn't even started yet and we're already missing a professor... I don't think we'll be missing this course at the end of the semester. We'll probably have to find a substitute professor, so I'd better raise my grades."

"That's not easy to find... Not many people are willing to be professors for this course, and a professor died this year... I think it's more likely to be a self-study plus an exam... But Andrew, do you also read textbooks other than Transfiguration?"

"I will definitely do that before the exam."

Andrew's words caused the students around him to burst into laughter - Quirrell's death did not cast any shadow on them. For most of these young students, death was still a distant word, and Professor Quirrell's unpopularity made his death meaningless to them.

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"Harry?"

Such voices were churning in Harry's mind. He felt like his forehead was about to crack, and his body was a mess, as if he had been trampled by countless bison. There was no place that didn't hurt.

But another hot and crazy force was flowing through his body, preventing him from continuing to sleep.

"Um…"

He opened his mouth slightly and made this sound.

"He's awake!"

Harry was surprised to hear such a sound.

"That guy Snape definitely did something to Harry!"

"Don't say that, kid."

Another voice sounded, "He took the healing potion before being sent to me, and it worked very well."

"That means he gave Harry a pain-relieving and healing potion in order to make the fight more painful!"

"What kind of words are these..."

This thought came to Harry's mind, but he also felt that Snape seemed to be someone who would actually do such a thing.

"water…"

He suddenly felt very thirsty and made such a sound. With a mouthful of cold water, he was finally able to open his eyes.

"Ah, Ron? Neville?"

He looked around and found his roommates lying on the beds on both sides.

"This is what you are doing?"

"They were trapped in the corridor by Snape most of the night, and we came straight here to save you. They were not found until the morning... Madam Pomfrey said they needed to stay in the hospital for half a day to ensure they got enough rest." Although he knew he shouldn't, Harry still wanted to laugh.

"I'm glad you're okay, Harry."

Ron grinned. "Oh, by the way, I have to tell you some sad news - Hermione came over and brought us the notebook from this morning."

"Well, that certainly seems like something she would do."

"By the way," Neville added, "they say Professor Quirrell died last night, and that he cursed you so that he could steal things in that corridor."

"Snape lifted the curse - but he seemed to have given you a lesson with magic..."

Dean added another stab.

This confusing relationship made Harry's already aching head unable to cope with it all of a sudden.

"Let me think about it... This is too confusing..."

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"Dong dong dong..."

There was another knock on Dumbledore's office.

"Come in, ah-Minerva."

Dumbledore smiled because Professor McGonagall only had one document in her hand.

"What's the matter? I was working hard until late last night."

"No important work, Albus."

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore, "Harry has also woken up. That office is currently under renovation. We need a new professor."

"I'm afraid it's difficult - few professors are willing to take over someone else's work, especially when it's halfway done. I'll try my best."

"Also, Severus called to report that he seems to be planning to take on a part-time job."

"No."

"no problem."

"One last thing," Professor McGonagall put the documents on the table, "We have received a well-packed package, Albus, the mirror you ordered has arrived, the Mirror of Erised, "

A suppressed smile even appeared on Professor McGonagall's serious face.

She still knew a little bit about Dumbledore's plan - to use a mirror to create a trap that most people would never want to leave. The more desire there was, the more difficult it would be to escape from the mirror.

But the noise last night was so loud that after she found out a little bit, she discovered that the mirror was in a rather embarrassing position.

The trap was not installed and the target no longer exists.

Apparently, Dumbledore was aware of this as well.

Not only the mirror, but also most of the mechanisms, carefully set levels and induced traps were suddenly useless.

It's said to protect the Philosopher's Stone, but the Philosopher's Stone is even now carried by Dumbledore himself - it was originally supposed to be placed in the mirror as a bait...

This is very embarrassing.

But Professor McGonagall suddenly had an idea.

"Are you going to use this mirror again, Albus?"

"Please feel free to use it, Minerva."

“Although it’s a bit of an overkill, it can indeed play a role in academic affairs.”

Professor McGonagall nodded, "I will move it to my office then."

(End of this chapter)